BY ITS SIMPLICITY; SPHERES ARE COMPLEX:

They come in spells and without warning, neither allow me control. In its random appearance these visions reflect from the glaze of reality that I learned to capture its hidden meaning, not so intended. In the slow motion, draws my attention, in the number recurrence, brings from the shadow its purpose. The mental strain gets me to turn complaisant at time, but in the awesome and esoteric gift, I concede so was the throbbing in the atmosphere of a waxing ball, that at another moment was me emerging from the great deep blues of space. There; where a moment before I was inexistent, I came to exist with all my faculties. Yet without the bodily headaches of the strain that comes from concentrating in an attempt to keep up taking and editing my notes. - Such throbbing appearance, have thought me of coming to mind with purpose, and left me with the task to resolve its meaning that stretched at best over months, but over years, and decades I still find a detail that I had missed in my thrive to obsession like a collector of ancient artworks.

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STRUGGLING WITH holographic VISIONS, UP AGAINST SCIENCE: I'm talking about a lifetime experience that non escape, in its mild form dreaming, which in itself is esoteric; it applies to the uniqueness of being unique in a fashion of boomerang flashes about each unique way of thinking. Whether unconscious, this translated into a cultural believe, while the will power of purpose is at rest - Which makes dreams more authentic to one, and conscious rest on its interpretation to be correct - At the one extreme the arcane without the shadow of a doubt. At the other extreme the scientific proof these two are in conflict, only because scientist take the bull by the tail, and visionary take the bull by the horns. Since knowledge is inspired by an acute interest of bushwhacking through a forest, until the forest speaks, and eventually the trees begin to speak, and the leaves leave us a message that knowledge modern man, abuses and discredits! The way I think, is a method of presenting my work At the starting of a class in physiology, I took the teacher aside, and explained in other words: I have to understand the concept of a whole wall, before I can imagine the medieval masons that placed each rock on top of each other to build the castle and understand the lord who ordered the construction. What has this got to do with the illustration, one might say. Everything a scientist has laid out a theory, with my visions, I elaborate on the shortfall of these fortunate men with the mystery of the

picture' with a dual resolution is the finality that I'll be building up following that precious gift unless I have the means to pirate the intellectual properties of scientific brains busy with their experiments.

Structural dynamics outofthe Pitchblack universe

Thresholdsthatlinks[destined]universes
This paragraph, has for objective to show the moon-like esoteric waxing sphere with connecting pipes that has for function similar to an escalator, or elevator that makes the interior or exterior world one of them that knows no matter and is supported by a series of visions to the effect of virtual reality of matter. Tis illustration depicts, the Soul's-Eye (chaotic), emerging from the middle sphere of iron atom and (structured) with its connection pipes. A few time I emerged from the azure like the soul's-eye the blues that moments before where inexistent, and gathering an existential being, I
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came to be there and gaze around me to seek in the surrounding space something to hang onto, something that was going to tell me my purpose in this world of the immaterial. In the first moments of billowing into existence, in the body that I have grown to live with, and without the drag of the body, my eyes that aren't organs, circle a look that is limited by the constraint of the body. In the following flash of timeless moments, I am going to yo-yo with the taking breath that has marked the waxing continuity into existence.

Dynamicoftubingbubbles:
In the deep azure that was the sky without being so, esoteric and invisible on that day I emerged from a non existence to exist a self apparition and phenomena to take time The spheres between them connecting universes by virtual escalators and elevator. the Soul's-harp playing the biorhythm strings orchestrating (butterfly wings) the music to the mind and body. understanding what transpired in the depth of space. The motion of my progress, and conscious as I learned to remember my dreams form an early age and no sooner rehearsed to take notes and on over time editing when inspired to do so. I recollect details, and ways to improve remaining authentic to my mind. After I had a glance at the infinite blues that said nothing more than a deep blue sky, I begun to move with the slow throbs motion into a pipe that years later I identified with by the angle while down a slide with the rebound of an stretching elastic in slow motion to capture the slow evolution of the sphere I approached the massive waxing ball down in the distance.

Atthebeginningoftime () Worthdetails followthelink:

When one's mind is an holographic television set, without control buttons, where what one views result in the pieces of a puzzles fitting it is the kind of universal criteria, one sets to This binary sphere (chaotic) evolved from the cardinal axes. The green and blue filters are a split up of the red axis. The cube are the auxiliary axises with its shutter filters.

trust it all came down to a universal binary system of a chaotic ball caged into the framework of a cube.

WhyPingPongballs:
Ping-Pong balls were the size that orderly fitted in numbers a shoebox they had that translucence of an inner penetrating light and best at explaining these visions that I am about to sum up.

Iwasarousedbyamany questions:
Why is the universe not bulky as a heap of Ping-Pong balls; a structural criteria is missing. or, cells clumsy held in the chaos of the living living hell or heavens of bulky emotions a universal wrapped up of galaxies in a plastic bag?

Whatchoicewasthe rightstructure:
The honeycomb system: At first sight, right, but the universe opted out of the orderly pyramid

On an ice sheet the balls would scatter (Here, shown as plate-glass.)

structure and with reason (link to the page in due course) Why not an orderly 6-Pack wrap with the colors of the rainbow? Or, dumped into a see-through plastic box: How did the universe that came in a perfect order made clowns of us?

Whyauniversalresolutionofduality:
In the plate-glass - the reflected reality from a virtual reality is the sign of one standing on either side of a time-line the present and a tunneling into the future or from the past depending in which direction one is gazing (the link to this page in due course).

This illustration; shows the layers one on top of the other and representative of genetic ice sheets granting the evolution of life's generation through the eons. (it is necessary to show both the state of stasis and what will became in a state of dynamics.)

Howdidwecameaboutto existcloninginaperfect universe?

In my vision, I could have been shown a bulk of balls in an easy to carry box, or a greater number at random packed in a carton box. Instead I was shown in the outlines of a shoebox size the translucent few layers of Ping-Pong ball size spheres and in the row and columns. As I showed my amazement, a voice come over my shoulder rhyming from a great distance traveled in soft whispering syllables said; This is a piece of the universe.
For a short paragraph about; The wonder of a gift and its attached responsibilities

Thegenieoftheuniverseisthatfromthecrisscrosshairlinesofaxes,which antennahangs,happens,andevolves...

Suspensionlines ofa universal structure

universe: Choppedoutofthe
Here, are illustrations of an assembly that spans over at least a decade from memory of coming and going back to my notes to get the sense out of a series of visions that throb from the mind, with an apercu of its evolution to the Balloons of Thought. In sum, connected to that one and enlightening gift of a holographic vision the spirit of the refract of bright daylight in the amber room from the through-floor apartment. That day, it was like sitting LivingRoom in a shoe store trying on a series of shoes before making a choice. Finally, of the storekeeper rising from hunching in front and feminine cautious and patient hands over the converginglight shoebox. And, like a male manager that watches out for a client expressions from a discrete position,
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the breath of the voice sitting on my shoulders pronouncing; This is a piece out of the universe.

Animated, the so called Mechanics of a dynamism of a state of stasis and illustrates:

1. the red axis that splits into the blue and green at the middle of the sphere twice; 2. like once the red axis (so called cartwheel shaft that eventually will rotate) in the Y-axis. Why the pencils instead of axes: the whole system functions like a pencil sharpener. Whereby the shavings are (shrapnels) that blows out the balloon to become the Soul's-Eye - that red shaft axis splitting a green and blue (the specter cartwheel wooden like spokes on the plane of the wheel (indicated by a white rim.) 3. - that same cartwheel, but apposing axes if the first is left handed, the other is right handed (more details: The motor of cells, and; Firing by the code of dice effect numerology) - to complete the dynamic of the 3 colored cardinal axes. 4. - These axis in collision, similar to a street intersection but, in 3D that in a flash of white explodes.
5.

At the colliding red, green, and blues, in the dynamic of the axis, quasi laser beams, light gray are the color-shrapnel that one can assimilate to all the part of colliding vehicles being blown apart at an intersection and in the atmosphere balloons to an eventual Soul's-Eye.

6. the Illustration shows the 8 wire-like escaping white-gray rays and dedicated to the formation of the cubic structure These turning out like wires rays of shrapnels will spill out until meeting up with their likes from adjacent cardinal axes blowing balls of shrapnels at intersections (the next illustration is dedicated to that scattering effect of pigeonhole spheres. In this part 2 of the animated (imagining) illustration that pictures in from early the binary system of a sphere in a cube as background:

1. - illustration: shows the wire that transform a potential chaotic sphere into a cage with so called; Scaffolding Piping. Because, assembled in a symmetry of sections to become; like a structure to a cell - the skeleton as does a scaffold supports a building in a state of derelict from falling into rubble. 2. - illustration: Shows the dynamic sphere behind the Face

Screens with a Shutter Filters from a photographic cameras behavior behind the lens that; functions with the numerological code of dice (elsewhere) encoding a clone cell with the Unique Identity of every cell] The Dice-Face a magnetic field that hold the sphere, turned ball, or balloon from escaping. 3. - illustration: is dedicated to the clue points at the corner of the cube a part in the assembly of pipe scaffolding and called; Finger Clamps (or, glue points) at the connections (more of that magnetic shutter later,) though, these glue points at every corners of the cube, appear after the piping in the shadow of cubes in a joint effort at assembling wire cage in evolution of the sphere. 4. The final image superimposes these elements, with the Atomium, in which I found a simple model. 1. In the first part, one sees the spread through each sphere of that single set of axes mentioned above, pausing a moment longer when the weaving completed the shoebox Ping-Pong balls this is the invisible part, because unlike as shown on the illustration, in reality the net is woven on the inside and therefor out of view. However, If one imagines the spheres removed from the picture, one get an impressive assault net used at training a special elite of soldiers with a difference; Here, the animated illustration show an this net is 3D accelerated order of events driven by a in it three potential dynamism from a single sphere across the clone of the gift from the block of a dimension is this mere shoebox size chopped out of the universe. example of resiting to

torque and tension from all angles. It become clear, why the universe selected this rigid yet flexible (democratic) pattern and that over the pyramid (authoritarian structure) of a honeycomb framework honeybees have a different purpose than the universe! 2. In the second part of the animated illustration, one sees the scaffold pipes being assembled, unlike scaffold erector starting from the ground and staggering across the pipes rising over the void - upwards. In a cosmic environment, the begin is a a point in the middle whether that is randomly checked, remains to be seen. What is sure, the dynamics is always within the virgin environment and spreading outward. The illustration is showing the mechanics of a dynamism, of a scaffolding towards a potential cancer turning the perfect sphere into a chaotic situation.

Preponderantchaosofstructure:
In that illustration; I call these; Though balloons, and with cause while across the coffee tables there were my niece and sisterly friend, and while standing by the conversation pit, the another and male friend had one though in mind, by the big I often ask; Why me, complaisant to the challenge, the sleepless nights, of brainstorming against my conscious to understand.

balloon blown to the size of an obese person. While the girls jumped from idea to idea, soon I was seated on the couch surrounded by these small balloons - there is more to these thought balloons, but it is in the recurrence this is what away from that amazing holographic balloons of though balloons, the dynamic of the shoebox Ping-Pong balls were out to show me the assault net of the structure in the evolution solidifying with Plasticine that was the play-dough which was handed to us children in maternity school. I remembered that texture, molding like clay in my fingers.

there is more to these spheres than meet the imagination I'll get to it as part of this project; /...

Spirit of a
metamorphosis
Illustration:

of clinging soap bubbles, are a realistic of a somewhat esoteric perception of the universe within universes (from an overview of some visions, I cannot say with certitude whether the light emanating from each of these bubbles, were a universe or a galaxy I'll elaborate later my choice of universes within a universe phenomena will do.)

Asoapbubbleeffect
Each of these bubbles as its own universe with its own galaxies, stars and milky ways maybe a replication of our own solar system with it planets too.

TheMasterofSpherewithits Slavesinabubble:
a Pleiads of spheres
beginning the quasi Soul's-Eye

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In that shoebox of an array of spheres in the mechanics of change to balls, a process that starts in the middle is taking place: Illustration:
Out of the universe the caving in of the cosmos in a state of dynamics

it is the moment that spheres change and striving out to gain a unique identity this system is comparative an underground metro tracks (the cardinal axes) with stations (the balls) with an electronic sophisticate switching system. Automated by a code allowing trains to Illustration: enter the 3D a pleiad, or the 7 spheres in the of an amazing middle metamorphose of cells station (this system is concerned with the color-shrapnels outlined in a precedent chapter) and in terms of the mechanics of spheres, that middle ball is called the Master-Sphere and wins in its circle a set of six surround and Slave-Spheres that are housed in a bubble. It's a Shutter-Filter of a numerological order that is the code of a system that

functions by the number of pips on the facet of a die In other words, the binary system of Sphere-Cube has each a potential unique identity which the pleiad is about to determine.

the Domino-Effect of dice that give cells that Unique-Identity and source of intelligence numerology!

Mechanism oftheYinandYang
(spatial; female and male weather-like high pressure verse low pressure with a needle and the torque of a pipe that compresses the soap-bubble to turn into a tube)

Numerology; the pleiad of dice When the facets of a die is a determinant factor of life

Intelligence, throw ofdice

inahandful

Russian dolls with soap-bubble effect A pleiades of dice in a bubble isn't what one imagines, floating amongst a meandering river through a rocky mountain valley. Yet it is said, that The name of every man is written, every place... in the cosmos; esoteric, like a planet has its place, the pleiades of dice shadows a numerological order and representative of the Power of Will (before conscious). In other words, an existential Unconsciousness, heir of every living cell, fundamental to life by virtue of its (elsewhere) Unique Identity.

The beams of color at play.

Illustration 1: an atmospheric pastel and esoteric planetarium, that resides a bigger and parental zodiacal oasis through which land of the immaterial flows the river of the Motherly-Spirit .

Russiandollswithsoapbubbleeffect
These oases are Pleiads of dice in a bubble, they hold life and floating amongst a meandering river through a rocky mountain valley. There where it is said; The name of every man is written, every place, every event lies... in the cosmos; esoteric, planets that shadows the Pleiads of dice and its order in numerological chronology the Power of Will a Soul-Conscious. In other words, an existential Unconsciousness, heir of every living cell, fundamental to life by virtue of its Unique Identity.

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Thebeamsofcoloratplay.
When the facets of a die is a determinant living factor

The red pointing pencil lies in the first axis, the blue and green are the split energy of the first.

the dynamism of each axis, is the turn around moment to point towards the middle of the sphere its pencil sharpener, which doesn't show in its binary module of the Sphere-Cube representative die. These dominant colored beams are derived by an activity evolving between adjacent spheres. The middle point behavior of a railway turntable within the rainbow colors. The switch code of opposing pencil point is 7. The dynamic is with the Slaves round about the this Master die initiated in the 1st degree, or an underground station code named {M1.}

The Binary system of a Cube-Sphere is operated by the pointing camera is meant to In this illustration, the technician removed the lens to show how the rays of light passes, or are stopped when off side. be over a magnetic shutter. Each facet of the cube that holds the sphere determines exactly which colored beam out of the

composition of colors beam will pierce from the Slave to the Master sphere the axis bearing a factor of {1} that is added to the composition of the number of pips of each of the clone Spheres to sum up The Master's Unique Identity. Each of these shutters is in a sequence of behavior. Here and mutable, bringing one or the other of the facet axis in the torque motion. While, two of the remaining cardinal axes will always be in the plane of the hemisphere and thus behaves like a wheel-valve, or cartwheel.

Hereisthecommonalityoftadpoleswithdice:
illustration's floating dice, is the behavior of the axes as feeler of cells. They are int eh colors of the cardinal axes, though when these crisscrossing hairline are out as whiskers, they turn black. These whiskers, or antennas, invisible and esoteric tentacles, which stretch to feel out without sight, hearing, or smell, that all form of life bears. These whiskers are the thread on which slides the Soul's-Conscious to find the middle point as does to focus in the neighborhood. The swimming tadpoles are representative of a chaotic quantum dynamic of cells, spatial a bubble with a unique feeler, obeying to the rules, confined to a magnetic skeleton that limits individual freedom of movement while holding a Unique Identity that mutates through evolution growth. The squadron of dice, shows a process of Slaves imposing upon its Master die the concentration school of thought; abstract yet relative to the shoebox size of Ping-Pong balls that appeared as a block chopped out of the universe.

This shoebox of Ping-Pong balls is a reminder that we are still at a moment in time before the universe was flawed and set evolution in motion.

The DominoEffect Life's crawl ofevolution

slaves!

Thisisastory about aMasterand

Has I am writing, I heard that professional diamond seekers were surprised to hear of the finding of some other stone that these men date to over 3 billion years. Immediately, I wonder about the mind's ability
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to reflect right back to the moment the universe was that shoebox of Ping-Pong balls in a state of stasis. It is keeping the crystals that reflect and refract the prism to the dark spaces of the brain, free from pollution the rainbow data filtering that flagrant authenticity crystals clear for that holographic precision of mental pictures.

The Slaves who select their Master!

Pointing to the 7th sphere, like slaves do when asked: Who's your Master? That Master is named, {M1} and so, surrounded by Slaves tattooed with their corresponding die pips:{S1 S6}. That whole group is enveloped in a soap-bubble to the 1st degree amongst its peers who are going to join them.

T heDominoEffect:
The conflict between two spheres starts with the regrouping for strength. a choice for the meekest, by the pressure at the middle, there where the axis is becoming tensile, through the two tangent spheres. At the tangent point the axis heats up, and the heat working its way outward toward the connecting middle, which sums up the differential energizing the two spokes wheels into action. The strain on that bar (pencil) is evolving coaxial and resilient, attached to the crosshairs (like a washing line posts to the axis) of the cardinal axes. CTRL-CLICK the image for the animation for a demonstration of the moment that the sharp pencil point slips of its axis and is anchored at the tangent points of the two spheres. The pencil represents the resilient bar moving the energy outward, to end with the collapse of the bar and start a dynamic Animation 1: Between balls, the red pencil of coiling rings. For the moment the Master Sphere, "ignites" is represents the process of a resilient bar that initiates for the motor of the other colored pencils that follow suit, while a Domino Effect. the Slaves Sphere lags behind.

Theflaw;incipientofa uniqueidentity
The code:
Here are 6 spheres plus one Master of a Pleiads and gang of activities surrounded by Slaves {S} labeled with their number of importance: {S1 S6} in the first {1} degree codenamed {M1.}

A gang in cellular multiplication that is enveloped by an atmospheric bubble. These slaves and master balls (originally the sphere) are free to move along the sliders of a trio of colored cardinal axes showing the structured chaos of emotions.

Illustrating the black crosshairs lines as the whiskers, feelers that extends from each ball into a circling neighborhood.

NumerologicalUniqueIdentity
The show is in the die; each of the number of pips on the Domino Tile (facet, shutter, or screen filter,) the shutter allows a nominal beam penetration strength value; each of the 6 Slaves' tangent Domino Tile will start off matching the number of pips of the Master die. A rule that for obvious reasons can't be kept. in the following Pleiads degree when the nearest match will be chosen (intelligently.) the Master in this instance will be an Identity that is calculated as a point and value to be added (see the illustration): {S1 to M1}= 1; {S2>M2}= 1; and so forth with a total of 21 pips on a die. Divisible by 3, equals 7. though the start-off value, of the virgin, are the value of 1 for each cardinal axis that in total sums up to 3. Add to that the value of each axis that activates the filter by the pips of the shutter, which sum up to {{M1*S1}=1 {} {M6*S6}=1} = {3*7}= 21 the value of each clone of a sphere.

Synergy,instead:
What these filters screens have in particular, lies in the scaffold pipe erectors, the spiders that spins the magnetic cobweb from the corners and gradually closes the web around the eye of the dynamic axis, or the middle point with a starter factor of 1. The one filter for both, the Master and Slave's Domino Tile, which evolve to be replaced as one value serving both the tangent spheres. The crisscrossing-hairs is at the start of approaching cells (spheres,) as In the illustration the trio-axes are left in color, though in this instance as whiskers, feelers, they are black! The torque of disformation has been exaggerated to make the point

the black whiskers line up that priority axis, with a bulb's lament evoking light, the axis starts with a thermodynamics at the tangent points that turns coaxial a translucent piping sheath. much the same than the crisscrossing axes balloon, with a pencil sharpener's shavings with shrapnels.

Batterychickens:
The whole behavior of cells can be seen with the industrialization of chickens in batteries. These birds, have the symptoms of a species of clones chickens, white for their laying machine, nervous though individuals. Seeing the torture in the chaos of their cage that these birds undergo. It is that reminder of the open air cage surrounded by birds circling about without a way to get out. Instead cannibal their neighbors.

Break off infinity

Illustration;
the cave-in space form a state in stasis the balls of its making. our hollowing out universe, with a bubble of our Unique Identity, and walking on the hemisphere tunneling on the water into the future generations leaving behind the ice-sheet of the crystal palace of the past.

Thetheaterofour existence

Infinity equals the ultimate perfection of virtual suspended axes in a state of stasis, which dynamics is to flaw driven into imperfection. When my daughter, reminding me of her 7 year childhood cycle her painting plastered on my wall, wonder if in her silence, was telepathically inspired about the odyssey of my mind. her painting Illustration; showed these tortured are the major phases of evolution; The cardinal and auxiliary axes of the binary system of a cube and balls, out of sphere in a state of stasis. The dynamics phase, and my vision a child's drawing. beyond the stars. She had too, that psychic outward drive for the clouds. she outreached too, as absurd this might appear, in opposition to minds turned inward in the intellectual frame with exceptional concentrating abilities. Yet, nature provided giving equal powers the latter

intellectual, which the smart thinking mind wraps-up on the survival course that's what life is about, survival. Once, I picked up her class exercise book. Paged through it, and after a bulk of blank pages, towards the back she had sketched a colorless replicate of those intertwined tadpole forms. Every cell had a name, and when I saw her name in the middle at the bottom of the page. A child's mind to evaluate the touch of its source, the virgin universal sphere, and the approach of the atmospheric zodiacal phenomenon. I can only imagine those were her class mates. The question that arouse; 'How did she come so close to a Kabbalistic saying, Every man, and place, is inscribed in the universe. A child who still had to learn how to deal with her Extra Sensory Perceptions, is outreaching into space. She fledges her spirit with the wings of knowledge that in time will fly away for greater adventures where the virgin universe begins a convoluted evolution. My visions over the decades showed a similarity with a block the size of a shoebox, whereby the Ping-Pong ball, warped at the early stages of a universal momentum. They came back as thought balloons, amassed alike a medieval massive stone The binary Sphere-Cube ball is expressed by the foundation, caged chicken, from the willpower of a 3D crosshairs; superstructures of hurdles that had to whiskers that are shifting off the intersecting and colored axes. be passed, or a paved roman roads with rough hewn stones under a sheet of ice. It is with the labyrinth of domino effect, that the galactic swirls starts to show the amazing clock-wise and anti-clock wise the commotion of the Pleiads wrapping up clusters of balls. But first every axis has to find the code.

Breakingthecode
This illustration highlights the dominant shaft through the hub of a cartwheel. It shows the torque effect of two axes and spokes of the wheel on the plane; the dynamic effect in a virgin universe that leads to a hollowed-out and flat like chamber in which it exists.

Black and breaking the code while hairy tentacles of a transceiving antenna are out at the edge of its neighbors. This chicken in a cage is the

driving motor at the center of a potential galactic movement. I have tried to code the Domino-Effect of evolution, starting from that first dynamic cell, and got lost with the mathematical codes going from one die to the next. I decided to
These blue {M2} are tongue-lick cells of Pleiads blue and in the second degree, (not strong enough to affect the Flywheel and predominant momentum,) each {M2} seemingly at random. Numerology is of the order between these Slaves gaining Masterly positions, (Here red: The Master {M1} is the hub of the so-called Flywheel, of a Cartwheel and in the first degree.

go out and purchase dice that I then glued together into an assembled pleiad. I felt and imagined the begin of the universe by interlocking two sets of Pleiads that illustration the background of the Rubik's Cube. After that I encoded the data, playing with the dominos and scrambling with formulas. One can rotate in mind from a blueprint the architectural design, but the similarity of dice keeps leading to confusion. I came to realize this needs not only a mathematician, but a powerful computer to unlock every Rubik's Cube of every binary Sphere-Cube to procede from the first pleiad into the second degree of a galactic spiral.

TheRubik'sCubeofTheDominoEffect
The first hand throw of a group of dice in the game of universal evolution, it is easy to pinpoint the Master intelligence of dice that attracts 6 slaves, and by the power of will dominates an ant's nest of activity that lasts no longer than the next set of hand throw of dice, when slaves are coming to the power and the Master relents to a democratic evolution. Yet, it is Here, the illustration shows the Rubik's Cube within every cell and its manipulation and sporadic proliferation supporting skeleton through each cell to gang up on its neighbor that the changes that in return lets fall one resilient bar after underwent, until a the other with the Domino-Effect (elsewhere quasi mind forms, the the octave rings.) monsters of organ selected, and human existence flourished, while the mind is still in touch with its source. That first and esoteric cell to which intuition is anchored, or the motherly source of Honey and Milk.

Aviary
Ofa

Miniaturizing Accelerator
Anchoredatthetangent points
I recall the girls as we boys stormed through the open classroom with a different direction in mind to find shades in the equatorial African atmosphere. Today it evokes a means of showing the dynamism that gets set between two beings. That relationship Genetic inherited, exists between cells, and in the earliest form of motion that concerns my vision omitting cosmic or quantum scales one in the earliest stages of leading up to a dormant universe. Two balloons on that recurring (horizontal) axis in this instance the evolution of the axis that

metamorphoses into a resilient bar, and in that ongoing motion the ends detached themselves from the middle cross axes of the then sphere.

has only to spare a moment to see relationships between two gathered people, it's not the grace of one person, nor the cause of the other. It's what happens between two cells that is relevant.

Illustrations:
The filter in the first instance, becomes the anchor of the ring in the second instance.

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Illustrations:
Shows the resilient bar detached from the flawed spheres with loose ends seeking each other and snapping together to form a ring. In the momentum the ring accelerates to show the blades turning into a ghost ball at a point of the circumference anchored on the original axis and the tangent points of the sphere squeezed to deformed balloons. That behavior results in the rhythm of sound and miniaturization of gravity.

Circlesofactivityanditscollapse:
The cardinal axes were first and that beam source of light and sight. Now we have the source of sound and gravity. Not only is the dynamism of the rings a phenomenon of incessant activity, but these rings are about to become the accelerator of an esoteric parsec-ray at the speed of the instance over cosmic distances. For more reading

Illustrated:
The dynamics loop of a cosmic cardinal axis in formation for the cardinal disk. Striking another disk, here in green. The impact splits-up in the two gray rings, showing the system of miniaturization.

Inset:
Are the cardinal green, blue, red discs, in a (sphere) bubble.

Anyone on earth can be in a position of creating the whiskers of communication -- the point from which a red orbiting ray soon meets the cardinal green disk here, splitting at impact. Having, to continue a shared course that comes to resemble at a pair of jetliner contrail crossing the sky, which are the part of these esoteric wire rings. At the beginning of Time, when a first
The human factor in this, the animal, or every living cell, is the immaterial while playing a material role with colors metamorphosis from a 1D, first dimension ray, to the 2D over-riding disks, and 3D enveloped by a ball and source of the binary sphere-cube system with the whiskers of a telepathic structure.

breath blew breaking off infinity in that spot and started the universe into Illustration: the motion shows the block chopped out of the universe caught that started in an aviary like structure the aviary that is evolution. collapsing in an expanding dynamism. The rings were a majestic spatial bug. Ring blades crawled an activity from the anchor of the tangent point of every Master spheres. In numbers with by its 6 Slaves, and en mass a crazy recycling wire-mesh aviary collapsing all about and heading for a touch of the infinitely small, which implies quantum dynamics.

One has to imagine laying on one's back, to feel caught in this massive cage after watching for a while these crisscrossing mesh that started off as far distant contrails, growing in numbers. Being underneath the collapsing trellis dome structure, and only knowing this is a moment living in a virtual world. Illustration:
Yellow is the parsec-ray that lies on the miniaturizing coiling rings and presumably giving the parsec-ray that speed carried by gravity.

Then, one slips through the widening honeycomb opening just one's length and breath. At the center and in broad daylight, I pierced the puzzle that what I had seen took me a while to realize. These where half buried ring jumps coming from over the horizon in a squadron and narrowing down their distance while multiplying in numbers. the wires jumped up, curved to their fall, to see an artillery of soldiers coming over to me. The army came on the assault. the soldiers turned on each other and fighting were swallowed in a desert quicksand, which held them form reaching me. The soldiers turned to pebbles, and a desert of sand spread out of sight. But before doing so, a laser-like beam came to lie on the spinning rings. Long enough to decode how the rings accelerated a parsec-ray across to reach the speed of the instance. I came to stare at the first grass blades appearing as the sand washed away and woke up to my vision by the green grazing plains that surrounded me.

Course

Journey toa
Illustration: (Not to scale, only as reference to the various elements)

quasi supraliminal

zodiacal oasis

Theemersedfigure;
is representative of the soul emerging from the deep blues with the conscious of its appearance - the formation of our existence at the moment of slipping down the connecting tubes toward the next sphere of destiny of the physical self.

Thestandingfigure:
The physical self, in spirit the start a new address to evolve from a crude nothing more readily understood by this familiar connotation: "A good change is as good a holiday."

the supraliminal universe:

the scene of a Yin toroidal in symbiosis with the Yang spherical universe of chaos and structure, and the jump of a system that is an all-in-one reiteration of life a comparison of the whereabout in a solar system a universal weather-like force that metamorphoses the yang of a ball into a toroidal tube. Or, in emotional characters, called the extrovert in opposition to the introvert, and also representative of the male verse female objectives of parenting.

Preemptivebidtolife

The writer expresses an esoteric detailed chronology of psychic experiences, through the thread of a down to earth story on how the mind functions. He is committed to improving readability and understanding of such a controversial subject that is a lifetime thesis to show the interactive shadow of the living against a background of immaterial with the aim to reach the 7 to 77 old.

TheterrainwhereAngelofHoneyandMilkarebeingturnedout
Here I'm reiterating about my soul, which came to a conscious existence from the midst of the blues, and on the slide down the pipe, I headed in throbs toward a spatial ball. A vision so absurd, but an abstract story that tells a world about our existence. At the wings of a bird, after my entry into a disguised ball. The atmosphere Illustration: dissipates, and like morning's smoky After a tropical downpour, mountains, the land every drop that represents the appears far below. motherly gift of life. From Gliding in a big circle, earliest life flowing from in one's approach the generation to the next, edges take distance. The graphite hemisphere turns out to be rugged as an arid planet and the landing unconceivable. Hanging from the likes of a glider, as I land I run through the rocky surface, and come to stand still in the midst of a granite dead landscape that had expanded its circling horizon out of view.

inthe middleofa virgin universe

Illustration:
the corner cutout demonstrates the virgin universe underneath, waiting to be discovered and waken from a stacked like sheet-glass a new and in a state of stasis generation.

Mountainpeaksrisefromtheearth'scrust:
the next phase from evolution, (this excerpt will be linked to the original detailed story.) The rocky mountains rose from the evolution hemisphere, of the earth's crust, from which highest peaks the motherly spirit of all times flows honey-and -milk from the first precipitations of life. Streaming down rock faces converging and gathering in the valleys as the ever swelling flow. The water glaze over the immersed pebbles and stones is representative of an older parental generation of a zodiacal hemisphere, and not to be confused with a constellational, on which flows the Honey-and-Milk of a motherly spirit with the memory of its existence up earlier to the source.

Sourceofamatriarchal(Yin)flow
Here, flows down the rocky staircase of the mountain through the generations on a zodiacal planet, the oasis where the yin spirit streams as a Honey-and-Milk phenomenon this force is complementary to the physical elements and yang of the male to back-up behind the dam

Illustration:
the delta a current generation, whereas in a stream that flows through the motherly domain, fatherly of a relationship with the stream, the man in opposition only the physical representation picks up stones to build the barrage for the backwaters of an infant.

Fromtherockyhemisphereoffthe zodiacaloasis,nothinggreengrowsbut theetherealcarbonthatmakesthe shardsofrockyhills.Eachmotherly cellthathasreproducedwithrainy precipitationhasitssourceonthe peaksofthisvastfactoryfloorwhereprototypecellsarebeingbuilt.

Fatherly( Yang);theexternalandbeaverelement
Themachinefinetuningandputtingintoproductionafteratestontheprototypes. Beavering away, fatherly, he builds the dam that will backup the family flood waters, which will seep through the aquifer generation to the next.

Timeline
In the Present: The past the Here is the roof of a parental era effect of this moment is the ice the effect of space is liquid this is the sheet forming the generation layer the effect is that of a crystal-castle that ice thickening in the wake of will reflect and refract life's experiences. moment without the stacked plate-glass. time. The future

Here is the spirit of Honey-and-Milk seeping through the roof from the previous generation.

Birth of the yolk

horizon of an expanding space into virgin universe

In the chronology of the material world, and the cells that comes to exist by the forces of wills in a universal library, this simulates an estranged immaterial open space in the cave-in evolution and zodiacal environment a generation down from the parents crystal-castle on top surface of the hemisphere. Alchemist for the next of kin, about to begin a pre-existent build of the body. The drop breaks the zodiacal water-glaze into a new life

bearing generation. Where the water bubble formed after the impact of the solid where the hemisphere break form the submerged underwater scoop (relative to material) effect against the spatial dome that is to become sight of a blister the capsule of a cracked egg and the glair that is going to fledge the wings of a flying saucer.

sings of the spirit inaction

The mysterious the face of an angelic spirit, passive and thoughtful, draft lines sketched inside the golden yolk, long strands of hair in the wind. Before I can think of what goes on, I traced far beyond the glair against the spill of a spatial ink, the yolk's nervous electric and neon wild tendril-runs reaching out. I came to notice a plasmic luminescent appearance, changing into approaching finger pads. For years I felt the load of that vision, and one by one, I crossed the element by which to explain the chemistry of a spirit with the coagulation of the immaterial Black Luminescence out of the massive cosmos. The vision started gazing at the egg yolk, unfertilized and produced for consumption, when I noticed some fast-appearing hairy and wild neon electric runs seeking to escape from underneath the blistery film, running against the wits of cleverly slithering tendrils the length of the yolk's radius, then slipping quickly away from sight at the moment of its appearance. I moved my focus away from the tendril's disappearance under the seam on the surface. Over to the middle and fixed sight, where one after another the tendrils seemed to be localizing their appearance, though after a while I abandoned hope of ever catching one of the clever tendrils from the start till they vanished. The tendrils had every reason to survive, when beyond the poached egg white of glair that had formed a saucer around the yolk my attention was drawn to the far distance by the sight of the luminescent chemistry metamorphosing through plasmatic fields, pointing at the electric tendril ends raking in a circling coagulation out of the immaterial black of space. I returned to focus and found these electric runs eclipsed from sight by a way underneath the concentric white glair in the process of whitening the transparent wing of cooking glair. After a length of time, my vision ever studious, everything came together that manufactured the vitreous cooking top in the image of the evolution. Nature's thermodynamic behavior of the heating elements encrusted otherwise in a freezing virtual water glaze.

The writer expresses an esoteric detailed chronology of psychic experiences, through the thread of a down to earth story on how the mind functions. He is committed to improving readability and understanding of such a controversial subject that is a lifetime thesis to show the interactive shadow of the living against a background of immaterial with the aim to reach the 7 to 77 old.

Quasiinterface
Symbolically the butterfly appears in the quasar gathering the wings of the soul modeling its evolution inside the bubble of the skull. There, the soul will gather the monsters clouding the organs that have appeared in the physique of our body. This silent upcoming language for the deaf is in the clouds, as the child within me feels the anger of these equatorial thunder storms. An octave finesse orchestrated in the forefront by angelic fingers on the strings of their harps. Strings that transits the quasi-soul's message to its bodily vital organs, to coil the magnetic fields of biorhythmic curses to the bubbled-up creatures that have lived on earth wrapped-up in the image of the tree. The physical chemistry of the binary sphere-cube represents the building block of life. Earlier than the genetic ancestors of the primitive monsters' heaving organs, a photosynthetic model emphasized in the same way by a preservation mechanism that populates the clans of life. The spirit of the tree in the image of the soul, with capabilities of reaching out into the synergistic fields of colors. There, in the field of sunlight the octaves from the soul's-harp have run remote tests, touching the primitive interface of nerve ends at the palm of every leaf. Receptive, the current passing in harmony through the venous leaves, of a branching and cloudy swell in the canopy and brainy organ. A toroidal tube afloat on the virtual water glaze, which determines space from earth. Lying in the marshes of evolution on Earth, each leafy nerve fiber is threaded through the eye of a coiling magnetic genie and in harmony with every organ, and hence rooted into the earth. The spine of a sturdy trunk bears the physical support, reaching out farthest in space and nearest to the zodiacal soul bathing in sunlight.

Apreemptivebodyforasoul
From a black splash of infinity, the plasmic luminescent finger pads are a far distance from polishing a sphere that gathers a starry sparkle out of this immaterial world. The bubble is a notion away, with a quasar a visible reality that clouds a zodiacal hemisphere and reflects in its arc of parallax an anamorphic sparkling concentration in a blueish lobe in opposition to the red. A particularity of a will power build-up of the soul at the intersecting cardinal axes attributed to a partial shading of its bubble off the material world. There the cosmic weather building-up in the midst of the magnetic shutters shields the center into the virtual cube standing on its point, out of a battery coming into existence off the virgin universe. The quasar seeming slow and dormant in it evolution, inspiring and gathering strength to heed the Verb and crack the egg shell. In the open transparent bubble, eight Black Holes issue that seem an offer to decide the color of destiny. Perhaps a notion that the soul inspired when its butterfly wings were fully fledged for that freedom to fly off. I can only imagine, from now and my prenatal period, the soul's willpower Verb, streaming as a magnetic field through the coil of the elevator shaft clearing a way to the golden ball of the current generation and pedestal of the

Atomium. There at the other hemispheres, are fully fledged generation of oasis bubbles of the parents' spirit-marriage at the spiraling staircase of colors. On the heels of the Chinese year of the Monkey reflecting the moonlight delta of Honey-and-Milk shadowing the Capricorn of my mother-to-be. In the pouch caved-in by the virgin universe, I came to watch the drips from the roof fall through the water glaze of a new generation; mine. With my soul's electromagnetic claws, I grabbed one of the golden drops of Honey-and-Milk. Four moons have passed since my soul fertilized the drop of the spirit in the Capricorn-Monkey. I came to lay with the blister of a golden yolk on top of the glaze that started a film of ice after emerging from a plunge to surface from the ethereal water. My spirit was left crawling along in the floating capsule, while in the wake of my spirit-yolk the ice thickened into plate-glass strength. It froze underneath the countdown of my spiritual experience, heading off in an unknown direction to find a body within the lapse of time left to meet my mother-to-be. Along the ball-bearing on the solar pivot is the spiral staircase of colors. The moon signs in their colors overlap with a reflection of sunlight of Capricorn mapped in the constellations, while a few levels off, the Chinese calendar that separates the Monkey from my father-to-be in the year of the Wild-Boar. He earned his dowry beavering

Illustration:
Spirit-Yolk course to birth, and notice the overlapping zodiac of a color dynamism.

stones picked from the riverbed that built the dam for backwaters through their domain.

The Celtic's thirteen moon calender that is charted against the four seasons of Earth orbit, is far the best in

explaining the mechanics between the soul, its spirit, and the puppets of their whims. One's newish spirit-yolk is under a constant motherly scrutiny for its well-being through the spatial-wilderness until birth. The complexities come in many forms, and by nature technical, which brings to a trio, of myself, father and mother. Father is the spider and physique element, to die soon after he beavered away building with riverbed rocks the dam that allowed the motherly downstream to dry up and the Honey-and-Milk backwater to flow to the delta of their generation, giving time for the Honey-and-Milk to seep down the virtual earth's crust to the next generation, where my soul's-magnetic claws grabbed and fertilized the drop of a yolk. I pilot the yolk with a view from my capsule at the wings of the flying saucer, electrifying the massive cosmic luminescence and building up of clouds while in orbit. In the arc of parallax of mother-to-be deployed parachute, her zodiacal bubble reflected from the luminescent film the record of our courses. With a parsec-ray at all times on her physique-crisscrossing hairy whiskers in her line-of-sight, while the Earth rotated her in and out of daylight and the darkness of the night. During the course, she anchored the elastic and stretching the parsec-ray on me. Her bodily-self will eclipse at least twenty-eight moon cycles from the sight of her quasi-soul, which gets as difficult; reaching out the yolk of my spirit taking in the distance, almost geostationary, was not that I skipped the coiling Earth, missing out on the day-night rotation. My spirit weathered along the ecliptic path, entering and exiting the seasons from afar. It had been peaceful in the blues of eternity orbiting the weather build-up of clouds, angelically spreading the flying saucer's wing span, gathering a fat amount of knowledge out of the first of the zodiacal bubbles. As if in bright sunlight, my parents took me walking through the zoological gardens. With every moon in the night meeting up to these wild roaming caged-in creatures learning their behavior in a cosmic evolution. My yolk's capsule view sunk my flying saucer into the clouds, taken in by the eye of the cyclone. A weather swirl occasioned by the yolk's torque from inception, and accelerating along its ecliptic course with the drag of cosmic luminescence racking in the clouds in its wake. Clouds growing in intensity and when out in the furthest of the orbital course from the Monkey-Capricorn zodiacal oasis when coming around entering the line of sight with the sun. My spirit-yolk there, after twelve moons and mercilessly swallowed by the clouds that inspire a remote controlled journey orchestrated from my soul, and watched closely by the Monkey-Capricorn soul along the entire sun-stationary spectral cartwheel entire zoo-of-the-skies. A path out across the sun from its start, through bubble-foam and it is at that sun ecliptic moment that my spirit-yolk will lose control in the storm in a spatial approach to earth.

Errantspirityolk
The dark threatening mammoth cosmic thunderstorm, on the last leg stretching up a cyclonic trunk, while anger rose to lash intense lightning forks at virtually striking the earth. My soul had purpose, orchestrating the vocal tunes while the music plays a biorhythm interfaced with the tree-of-life waiting for The Signal. In the meantime, the cyclone's inspiring trunk glides along while the Earth rotates, fixing the whiskers of crisscrossing hairs of a mother-to-be on their targets.

DieselCombustionChamber
The angel-yolk being taken-in by its own vortex. A spatial whirlwind compressing while taking the yolk down the vacuum of the trunk to a moment in time, and with it the fuel of a whole universe since the beginning of Time. Caught in the chamber with a Diesel phenomenon, heating in a compression chamber until, instead of giving the yolk an escape valve, it exploded. A fireball in fission, spun off through the cosmic bubble where thirteen moons earlier my yolk began its journey; in the constellation of Gemini with the gamma star diffusing the energies to anchor my windsock vans of memory bank. A world of my own on the hemisphere in the colors of the generation and Year of the Chinese Wild Boar.

Dormantfetus strike
In a culture where creation resolved the incompetence of transit knowledge of adult over child, the mother-to-be awaited on the

sky-scraping pedestal while my spirit-yolk went into the torture chamber at taking the physical possession of a body. The mental-spatial extends with a virtual bubble, dividing a blister from a cup's scoop that roots the immaterial taste buds to earth. A millennium culture to extend the thoughtful minds, which diverts the subject of pregnancy that as children we were kept from. Only a promise afloat, for a miracle by the aerial path, which in my early days of school on the playground, I came to pass by and overhear a few girls. The mass of girls were crushing the only girl standing up to them, debating against the stalk-of-birth's landing. From one day to the next a sister appeared together with us populating the Earth. I grew to think for myself, and away from the human ego, narcissistic, or dominant, the need for power, and manufacturing beliefs. I turned to disbelief and grasped the images of the mind to assert my sanity. As the cosmic thunderstorm clouds were flashing light, in a provoked instance lashing at each other. When lightning struck the earth with a last lash, from which escaped the memory fireball, and struck the fetus in the womb of the mother-to-be, the fetus' tree-of-life in its head lit up like a Christmas tree of LED lights at every needle end, and shook the fetus into that infant wanting to break free. Every neuron came alive, streaming a current to the limits of its skin, saying that belongs to you! The little body contracted like the muscles of a diver standing on the highest diving board. Then, it took the dive and wiggled its way out the womb and freed that animal, now a life entirely independent from the motherly controls, in body, mind, and soul.

Genie, Aquarium of
top view; bath-bubble froth bottom view;

Thepricelesswealthof themind

theresolution ofduality
Illustration, a vision:
1. foam layers 2. wings of foam motion in the bath water 3. graphite viscosity and driver through the toroidal tube

Visions in their many forms bring a wealth of understanding only to the analytical mind seeking into the shadows left behind, the pieces of the puzzle it is mean to represent. So often, and at the most unexpected moments, a transparent glass slots its appearance over the material reality. And, by a play of light, if only as a bathroom bulb burning at that moment, appears the reflection of a virtual reality to superimpose upon the material world. A world that interchanges and leaves me perplexed for years the motion picture burned into my mind of that moment.

My daughter had spent every moment of the day playing with her mother. Exhausted, I dried and dressed her for bed time, then returned to the bathtub where moments before she thought of 4. the black hole drain herself that dolphin in a pool before spectators. The floor was wet, and the bubble-bath attenuating its froth. Taking a moment of deserved solitude, I bent over to pull the plug, rose, and watched the foam sucked away towards the drain, when the glazed reflection metamorphosed into an extra dimension, dissimulating the reality with a god's-eye view of the universe in motion. Clear minded about the existential resolution-of-duality, having experienced more than I care to remember, I didn't launch myself on the hunt for an explanation, or try to fit the piece in any context. I was aware that Time will speak to me and I was bound to decode the message. I was left at the mercy of my soul, the spirit-of-sight leaving my face, and rolling my view into the universe. A view from outside an aquarium glass, close to the universe that lies on a crude-oil viscosity, and graphite in texture and color. The residues of burned-out galaxies after a galactic fireworks. A showdown of dark burned-out flint clouds dusting a virtual water glaze. Gradually sinking through the water to accumulate in the bottom scoop, lying at the bottom of an Atomium sphere which by gravity sweeps toward the drain of one of the eight connecting pipes... more commonly known as Black Holes. It is common for the vision to disintegrate without realizing it at the moment, then all returning to order.
The writer expresses an esoteric detailed chronology of psychic experiences, through the thread of a down to earth story on how the mind functions. He is committed to improving readability and understanding of such a controversial subject that is a lifetime thesis to show the interactive shadow of the living against a background of immaterial with the aim to reach the 7 to 77 old.

Left baffled, I turned away, absently re-visioning in mind, heading for my laptop to record with a date stamp the smallest detail so it would not escape me until supplemented and introduced into the context of a scientific continuity.

RatherthanMultiverse,centeredgalacticbubbles
I emerged in an existential cognitive moment, standing by a wall that didn't appear so strange. It is that sense of a vision-experience towards these layers, in rows and columns of warped plasticine balloons. Thought-Bubbles 1 so named by the evolutive Ping-Pong balls at the moment that the universe was in a state of static. I stood by, as it appeared as much a task to shortcut a penetration as it was for medieval masons to build these stones foundations and superstructure for a master's castle. After some consideration, I moved off finding a way around this mass. A while later, gliding in flight as spirits travel aware of the physique that made the difference, of not having that drag. I turned the corner. Then, along the length sought a soft spot to make my entry. I slipped through with a physical aptitude, widening the joints while the mass of balloons squeezed out of my way. Moments later I emerged into a clearing, overlooking from a raise mezzanine the atrium of what can be a modern glass tower. There I was, high above the lobby floor, packed a few sizes smaller than the mass of balloons in the wall, and a few measures closer than the froth in the bathtub, supposedly to have a perspective between two dimensions to details that otherwise escape to be seen. To no will of mine, I glided off, over what appeared as widespread transparent marbles. Dissolving in flight, I was left with the images branded into my mind, whilst too far and moving off to focus on individual bubbles. What they had in common, was in the middle the bright sparkling star with a colorful whirl of a galaxy in formation.

Lifeisthesumofevolution,ofadominoeffectlabyrinth
With due respect for each person's believe, I expect a reciprocal respected for my work, which is not meant to impose a believe but as another way to think.

At the center of the infinite black is the focal flaw; a dynamic flaw in the engineered perfection of an infinity of pitch black. There in the center of a universe in a state of stasis, dormant until the breaking of that infinity-hairline; an axis. What ensued were the slow-motion slings of glittering swords emanating god's spark of
1 In time the link to the amazing vision of thinking bubbles will be introduced here.

stroking metal. When the red axis is broken, the ends were left dangling and spitting out the sparks from an electric current. Loose ends to turn toward each other, forked into a sub-grade blue and green ray in the weakest cardinal axes at right angles, with a predefined firing sequence amongst themselves, which is represented by colored pencils. The colored leads are the dynamic force in the broken-off axis. The wood is the thermodynamics space and the coated paint the plasmic luminescent film with the soap-bubble effect. While the dynamics of the axes develop tunes, the dynamic colors of the colliding six-pointed axes are consumed by the white flash and god at the center of the flaw. A godly luminescent chemistry consuming colors; without a flaw there isn't dynamics, and without dynamics there isn't existence. God is existential at the middle of the imperfection that changed the universe. In a jump of time to the intellectual cell, the thermodynamic axes are the principal communication tubes, and at the center of the luminescent spark are the cardinal black whiskers of a lair, the feelers going out reaching blindly in the proximity to find a mate. It is in my mind the flint from the ball of a sparkling firework of an idea. The white luminescent flash is the god blowing an exploding chemistry of shrapnel, extending its power through the gaps in the ball at intermediate angles and fetching the auxiliary axes, intercepting adjacent magnetic fields, in the making of the rotating motor to free the channeling light with holographic mental appearances; telepathy. God is mapped in the middle of the binary sphere-cube in every one of a universal battery as the ninth ball. Located in a 2D plane, their meeting point is the ignition within a magnetic armature. Given the code from the pips on the face of a die, the trains of current-bars circulating inside the colored tube and entering station, are deflected to cause the ball to rotate one notch out of the six for a full cycle, bringing a calculated chaos of reflection, calculated by the domino effect on its surrounding six slaves. Spheres, balls, cells; it's only a matter of dimension. God's flaw is intellectual and chaotic, escaping into its vicinity, while a crucial labyrinth of clouds of multicellular monsters, in number branded brief messages for spores, and another into plant monsters. The genie of the tree-of-life is the fundamental flaw after eons of evolution; the spark at the middle of the bubble as the mind recalls the anamorphic crystallized reflections from the windsock vans. And through the tubes in the shadow of the colored pencils, light reactivates the crystals; crystals reflecting the incoming holographic image which starts by the triggering spark in the middle. By the parsec-ray and gradually in the shadow of the tree-of-life, the moving image blows the ethereal smoke of light to fill the brain, returning memories, or a current telepathic image. The tree is a mere fundamental structure of a narcissistic reflection of the soul, with the immaterial existence in the arc of parallax that is outlined by its physical presence on an earthy spinning top. The person going about a daily life, under a wide open sky, where the occasional fleecy clouds float without knowing boundaries, is an image that comes to mind that everyone thinks (as oneself) alike. Yet at a ground level short-sighted, reinforces the belief of a godly 'Yes' nod for what is not understood, a 'No' nod for

anything invasive. When we close our eyes in the dark night, the world out there is a memory, and with it vanishes a reality that the god is ourselves, and left alone to our fate, in our little bubble with ourself at the center of a black splash of ink in which the skyline vanished. God is the flaw, and lightning is the domino-effect of evolution, which strikes and splits the wood of the tree in anger. Yet, there is no anger in the fall of domino pieces, only the stroke of a sequence, which traces the evolutionary path. The path is left behind, to show the fallen pieces and tracing origins. Destiny is left to numerology, for the plausible forked and six-directional proliferation, of which the mind inherits the current level of achievements and is mighty frightening.